This Saturday I went to a Tigerfest. We played The Village and as I slept, my closed eyes let me see the things in the dark and I could concentrate on the speaker’s voice saying
“Hunter, wake up! Child, wake up! Witch, wake up! Wolf, wake up!”
And they clapped and slapped and I got lost again in the rhythm and didn’t want to believe her hands weren’t trying to tell me something. And then today I saw the trees and it brought it back in a way that isn’t happy. It hurts.
And then again I felt her back and went to her and went back to her, and I was wet with rain and they both hugged me, one with wind and she was so warm, so we slept. I was calm then and closed my eyes.
When I say squirrels don’t care I mean it. These are all experiences and I taste the faith. I’d rather do this than not, still.
“My stomach is telling me everything I already know about my life.”
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killingdenouement // July 22, 2009 at 5:10 am |
why are wolves and foxes so hip these days? also, monosyllablism